Reincarnated in the Villainous Lust System!

Chapter 131: Undeserved victory

As the day's training came to a close, I found myself surrounded by a throng of my friends, their smiling faces a welcome sight after the intensity of the morning's battle.

"That was amazing!" Liam exclaimed, a gleeful grin on his face. "We thought the fire cage would consume you but you came out unscathed and you should have seen the look on his face, he was absolutely terrified".

The rest of the group nodded and laughed, their excitement palpable as they eagerly shared in the victory.

"I didn't know you had it in you like that". Aaron said with a smile. "Xin Mao is almost as powerful as me and you beat him. I guess I should watch my back around you."

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. As much as I understood their enthusiasm at me beating a higher level mage and I wanted to share the enthusiasm, I couldn't.

The truth of the situation was a bitter pill to swallow, my friends' enthusiasm a stark contrast to the reality of the battle.

Despite my talent and my dedication to my training, I knew that I was still far from being able to match a two-star mage's skills, my own powers pale in comparison to the might of the boy's magic.

Every movement, every attack, had been a desperate attempt to evade his strikes and protect myself from the onslaught of his power, my body little more than a punching bag for his ruthless and well-placed blows.

The full weight of the difference in power between a one-star and two-star mage slammed into me with the force of a tidal wave, the realization hitting me like a kick to the gut.

I had been so confident in my skills, so sure of my abilities, that I had never fully comprehended the sheer magnitude of the difference in power between myself and a two-star mage.

Now, the truth of the matter sat heavy on my shoulders, my failure like a lead weight dragging me down into a pit of depression.

The only silver lining to the otherwise disastrous battle was the fact that my physical abilities had proven to be a valuable asset in my fight against the two-star mage.

My physical prowess, honed through hours of training and fueled by the power of the lust points, had allowed me to endure and eventually turn the tide of the battle, giving me the opening I needed to deal the decisive blow.

Without my enhanced strength and speed, I would have been unable to withstand the relentless barrage of attacks, my own magic insufficient to shield me from the onslaught.

Despite the lifesaving benefits of my physical abilities in my battle against the two-star mage, I knew that I couldn't rely on them alone in a real battle, my body only a temporary stopgap in the face of a true magical threat.

Indeed, in a true battle against a seasoned mage or a powerful creature, I knew that my physical abilities would be of limited use.

If my opponent wielded a weapon, be it a wooden staff or a mundane blade, my body would be little more than a fragile shield, easily torn through by the sharp edge of steel

And if my opponent were a creature with natural defenses, be they razor-sharp claws, venomous fangs, or a spiky carapace, I knew that my strength would be useless, my grappling techniques rendered null by the very nature of my enemy.

In the crucible of battle, relying on my physical abilities alone would be a death sentence, a short-sighted strategy that would lead to disaster against the true threats that awaited me in the wider world beyond the safety of the Academy.

Frustration boiled in my blood as I mentally counted the days since I had arrived at the palace, each one passing like a slow drip of poison into my veins.

I had come to the palace with a clear goal in mind: to kill beasts and level up faster, to become a mage of legendary power and prestige.

But instead, I had found myself trapped in a web of mindless labour, forced into menial tasks that drained my energy and stole my time, my potential as a mage languishing in the shadows as I played the role of guard and servant to the palace's elites.

Despite my efforts, my progress as a mage was painfully slow, my magical abilities advancing at a glacial pace despite my diligent training due the little opportunities for growth that the palace's schedule provided.

As I contemplated my situation, a bitter realization settled over me like a shroud.

Had I remained on the farm, free from the shackles of palace work and the constraints of my duties as a guard, I could have pursued my magical development with relentless determination, venturing into the forest to hunt down beasts and become a two star mage in the crucible of combat.

And now, I found myself lamenting what could have been, the path not taken haunting my every step as I struggled to make sense of the present, my frustration mounting with every passing day.

As my friends celebrated my unlikely victory over the two-star mage, I found myself unable to join in their revelry, my mood a black cloud that cast a shadow over the conversation.

While they saw only the glory of my triumph, I saw only the fluke nature of my win, a hollow achievement that couldn't always be replicated.

As the conversation continued, I managed to plaster a thin smile on my face, my eyes hollow and my laughter hollow as I nodded along with my friends' chatter.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Damon heading towards the exit. He looked back at me expectantly.

"Hey guys, sorry, but I have to go now," I said, giving my friends an apologetic smile as I rose to my feet,

"We'll see tomorrow". Emily said and hugged me.

I nodded. "I can't wait."